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other things i’ve been doing

About three or four weeks ago, I went to my new Primary Care Physician (or PCP, as I like to say because it’s funny) and talked to her a bit about some things that had been bothering me for quite some time:

• Difficulty paying attention to details when they’re involved in something I’m not 100% into doing;
• Easily distracted by small things or thoughts that pertain nothing to the task/situation at hand;
• Procrastinating to the point of being late all the time to absolutely everything;
• Constant fidgeting and complete inability to sit still for more than ten minutes at a time;
• Excessive talking when someone else is talking or when it’s not appropriate to talk just to hear myself say words.
• (I didn’t tell my doctor about various other bad habits I have including one or more of the following (petty theft, mild vandalism, and/or saying inappropriate things a bit louder than I should in public locations.)

She suggested I see a therapist and I said sure. And then I did that and it was possibly the coolest thing I’ve ever done in my life, no lie at all. She immediately threw out the ADHD diagnosis, which came to no surprise. (Go ahead and say what you will about it being some fictitious diagnosis that’s only came about when kids starts eating more chemical and additives, but when it fucks with your daily life – trust me, it’s some real shit that goes beyond being disorganized and attracted/distracted by all things shiny.)

I’ve been to see Dr. Therapist Lady (I’m not telling you her real name, because while her last name, well, rocks, it’s super easy for you to Google and I don’t feel like some crazies finding my therapist. Yep, I’m paranoid all of a sudden.) three times now and they’ve all been pretty fantastic. I, unfortunately, don’t know if my health insurance covers therapy, and if they don’t, I’m going to be so overly sad. I look forward to it every week and I feel a sense of adreneline and cleansing when I leave her office. And, until I figure out some way to do that on my own (which we’re working on in therapy, mind you!) and build up some tools on focus and accomplishing the things I need to do without panicking at the last minute or only doing it half-assed, I really feel like I need to keep seeing Dr. Therapist Lady. It’s some good shit.

Especially last week when I had to tell her all about how we got the Wii and I’m using it for “self-nurturing” purposes. She kept taking notes on it! The whole time I kept thinking, “Are you serious, lady? You’ve not heard of the Wii??” but then I tought she was probably testing me. So, now she probably just thinks I’m a crazy retard that’s obsessed with video games. Either way, right?

(And, ugh, we’re starting our Water Challenge again tomorrow, because we failed miserably last time!)